Tag: love

Be the best thing that ever happened to me Be something to me be somebody, be my somebody be mine. But maybe you shouldn’t because I don’t know who I am supposed to be just yet And I don’t know how to love anybody back right just yet But I’d like to try if you…

I like your natural hair today and your natural face and your natural hips and your natural belly and your crazy eyes. I don’t wish for you to be different but in the ways that make you a better version of you to you and for you. You wait for other people to tell you…

The details of your face and smell are finally, fading and they say that expressing anger is always the best thing for you and maybe I’m a bullet dodger but the sound of your voice is becoming all of the voices of the past even though they say that many animals can form friendships with…

I lack symmetry but I can still love me If I want to nobody will force me either way but either way I can’t get to perfection I can’t even get close I lack symmetry but I can still see the good in me If I wanted to and I know that nobody will force…

In my mind you’re the finish line. My fantasy has always been slightly different from yours Mine has a lot to do with us being together in the mornings and not just at night… but I’ma fix it… Even though I can’t force your hand. I’ma fix it. In my mind you’re the trophy. Unfortunately…

I’m sorry it’s hard to stop. I’m back in grad school now and I’m panicking. It’s actually pretty fucking great, that’s the problem. It’s legit wonderful. I like school. I like order. I’m trying. I take cranberry pills and plant based digestive enzymes and green tea supplements now. I meditate on Wednesdays and listen to…

Richard, my imaginary boyfriend, is pissed at me, yet again, you guys. Last Night: I was sad. I felt lonely. So I said, Dick? Where are you? Come tell me you love me. And I didn’t hear anything. He hesitated. Reluctantly he came to my mind and said softly, you know I love you… But,…

This is the part that gets so hard for me. The part where I don’t know what to feel or how to trust it. I’m a fucking nightmare. I was told recently or I read somewhere that if I want to ever trust other people, I have to learn to trust myself. And I don’t…

I’m a little antsy in a controlled way. You don’t know me and I don’t know you but it feels like we’ve met. I’m a little nervous in a giddy way. You don’t know me and I’ve never met you but it feels like we’ve kissed. I’m a little excited but not in a scared…

I couldn’t remember where I put that bill but she knew that I would forget so she wrote down all of the information and saved it for me on my work computer. And when it was time to pay the bill, I forgot for a minute, that the actual paper was gone. I looked for…